The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

recoiled, my heart

the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me

any touch, any relief, even

weak, my breath ragged and I knew

and my mind was fogged by the need that

their taunts mingling with the roaring

at her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

ran his index finger on

want, and opened my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my

up and down his finger,

false sympathy

she’d do anything to make

Lyla? Do you want

them before he

could feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I

only thought was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere – I

with a solid wall of muscle and staggered

my lips but the words died in

was the

mine with a mix of curiosity and something

more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power

collective hush fell over the room as everyone

stares and a sickening dread

on the third

a Lycan leader, but not just

of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank

heart pounded as I

the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of my arousal in his

trembled, expecting a reprimand or

knew the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon

leader’s eyes were intense, a deep amber

condemnation, his

up

asked, his voice sending shivers

his hand warm against my arm and my breath

I stammered but my body chose that moment to betray me

wave of heat crashed over me, stronger than before and my knees

him, my vision blurring as

me, his

chest against mine,

at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me

Time seemed to slow.

and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange, charged

a flash of something raw and primal crossing